Another TinCan story you might not want to read. This story starts with the scene where Can rejected Tin. Then it'll jump to a few years later with their lives apart. Don't know where this is headed but that's the gist of the plot.
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"Tell me, how can I make it up to you? I would do every single thing you asked me to. For you, I would fall from grace. I would beg on my knees. Everything, Can, everything."
Tin's voice cracked and sounded so desperate.
Can's throat suddenly became dry and it was hard to find the right words to say.
"Turn yourself over to the police."
Those words were the first thing that came to his mind after he heard Tin's pleas.
That was what he should say, right?
Finally, after five long years of living in that trauma, he would have the justice that he deserved. The peacefulness that he craved for. The silence that he searched for.
But as he thought harder about it, wasn't he at fault also?
He was the reason why the other man stooped that low and took drugs.
Was he the one to blame for his own misery?
Was it also his fault all this time?
After hearing the other side of the story, it finally sunk in to him. They were both young at that time, not mature enough to handle the pain after their fallout.
The other man used drugs as a coping mechanism, and it led to that hideous thing, to that horrendous night, to that agonizing memory.
And because of that thing, he was forced to grow up sooner than expected.
He was not the same him five years ago. He changed. He had to. And he was somehow glad that he had to change.
Because the Can now was more mature, used more of his brain, and gave much better judgment.
"Help me," he replied instead.
"H-how?" Tin's voice suddenly became full of hope.
"Help me overcome my trauma."
"I will. The appointment to the therapy center still stands and you can tell me when you want to start," Tin immediately replied.
"No."
"What?"
He pursed his lips into a thin line before he turned back to Tin's direction, and saw that the man was still sitting on the swing, tightly holding its chains as though his life depended on it.
"I don't want to go to a therapist. I don't want Ley to find out about this."
"What do you want to do?"
"Let's do it my way."
Even with swollen eyes, Tin's eyes suddenly glowed and his face looked relieved, like a thorn had been removed from his throat.
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Tin went back home feeling lighter than a feather, he almost didn't feel the pain from the beating he got from Ae last night, and a small smile was plastered on his face.
